(This chapter is really short! Most of it consists of tables so only a few paragraphs worth of text are here. I still hope you enjoy this little chapter, no need for you guys to do the math, I will do it anyway :/ Enjoy! :D ) +Mistakes will be corrected some other time.
'Wait a minute.', I halfway cracked through the shell before halting my advance. Was there all to this info sheet? To this oh so unqiue ability? No way.
'There has to be something more....', I mused and lolled my many limbs, falling back into the wonderful squishiness.
'Status!', I called out. *SCHOOM!*. The obnoxious noise rang through my head like a steam roller.
Hum.... There had to be something else. This short summary of my stats couldn't be all, right? Yes... Let's try this.
'Stats?', I waited... welp, nothing.
'Uhm....Name!' *SCHOOM!*. Goodness gracious! This jumpscare would kill me someday.
'Wait, what? My name is unknown...so... I got no name? Why? Why do I need a name? I already have one. My name is.... uhm... my name is... uhhhh... I think it was something with H... or J? .... What was my name again?! I-I can't fucking remember!'
I didn't realize what was happening to me at that time, the toll weighing on my mind, the burden left behind by the process of reincarnation.
For now I was simply panicking, worrying about my loss of identity. For 19 years I had the same name, I knew it since I could remember; a memento of my parents. And right now? It was gone, vanished from my few memories and left me with a yawning void deep inside my heart. I won't see my family again but at least I had a name that would keep their brilliant faces alight but now that this fire is gone I wonder how much longer it would take for me to lose more than just my name. Where was my precious keepsake?
In the limited space of the shell I began pacing around, what should I do? Would the name give me certain advantages? Would I someday remember and regret what I had done, to run around with a different name, shaming my family. I was frightened witless that I would forget about my past self, my name being the only focal point that connected to the old world. What should I do?!
I searched for answeres inside my staggered mind, dug through my old grey matter, before deciding to postpone this important decision for a later date. It had great importance, but right now survival and information where the topmost tasks I had to fulfill.
'No.', I thought out aloud and the panel vanished. For a moment I thought I lost my chance to rename myself but after cheking once I got the same window pop up again. Lucky.
Skimming through the different stats I got notices like these:
Those were the important stats, not gonna explain charm and charisma, or are you that dumb?
Anyway, those stats didn't add up.
If Vitality gives me 8 HP, why do I have 10 HP instead? The same goes with Intelligence.
It should give me 4 MP each, so that would give me a total of 200, but instead I have 220. Its not that I don't appreciate it but I am rather curious about those small boosts that are added up.
Let's investigate!
'Health.' *SCHOOM!*
That was pretty acurate, but really God? Variables? I have had enough of curve sketching already! All those X's and Y's, *Shiver*, a nightmare in navy ink.
So, if my health has these kinds of hidden values and summations then my mana will surely have some as well. Though I would love to see my regen. stats from the bat instead of calculating them myself.
*DING!* *SCHOOM!*
Well... that makes it a whole lot easier to keep my stats in check. 'Yes! I'd love to!', hope the last part won't mess up this whole system.
*DING!* *SCHOOM!*
Nice.
But that was not what I intended to do at first. 'Ahem! Mana!'
*SCHOOM!*
'Woah!', that means at level 100 I get to my intelligence twice the amount of wisdom added up! The ratio of health to mana seems kind low though, which means... Magic has to be overpowered! Now I really need to hurry, I need to leave soonest!
*RUMBLE. RUMBLE. RUMBLE.*
Jesus.... this doesn't sound good.
I... need... to... leave!
*CRACK!* *SMASH!*
My efforts paid out as I flopped face first onto a cold and hard surface, my mandibles cracked and my limbs, made visible by naught but my night vision, bend into weird angles. Did... Did I just cripple myself? First thing in the morning?
Fortunately it seems my body is more resilient than I thought and soon enough I was able to entangle my weird new limbs. Next thing I realized was my non-existent training with these bizarre... stilts? Inside the egg it was so cozy, always being rocked back and forth by its slimy innards, but right now? No chance! Gravity and this unbalanced body did their utmost best to keep me from standing up.
Its already hard enough to coordinate four limbs, but eight?! Did I truly make the right decision, couldn't I have just chosen the reincarnation as a... hum, I don't know, motherfucking Dragongod maybe?! I and my fucking ego, who am I even trying to impress? God? Nah...
Enough about my pitiful rant.
And so I tried for minutes to stand up only to fall down again and repeat the same process over and over and over and over and over again. I can't say it felt good to trip and smash my head into the ground repeatedly. At one point I could even detect a slight nick of 1 HP in my health. All this tripping made me outright dizzy and queasy.
*RUMBLE! RUMBLE!*, oh! There it was again, louder and more intense this time.
I really thought my senses were better, after all I could see my legs in this dim lighting -completely oblivious to the fact of the hundreds of spiderlings skittering about- but I got proven wrong as the source of the noise picked me up although it should still be a few yards apart from my struggling body.
'Please... don't kill me whatever you are.', I prayed while inside the iron grip of whatever it was that held me up into the air.
*DING!* *SCHOOM!*
*Gulp* '..... Detect?....'
*DING!*
[table=#800000]Broodmother Arachnee Level: Unknown Difficulty: Unknown [/table]
Oh holy motherfucking moly! That can't be good...
